Favorite Blog: OX PASS OXPASS.COM Even out on the porch the night was hot and humid. So, with just a towel wound round my waist I settled in the swing seat that stood facing the lake and sipped my wine. After a minute or two Amy, her body honest and unadorned, came to sit in my lap and fold my arms around herself. Quietly, peacefully, not talking, together we admired the reflection of the crescent moon and stars in the water, content just to be holding each other.
The moon had moved a quarter of the way across the sky when she put her lips to my ear and quietly said, 'Again. Please.'
Grinning, I looked into her mischevious eyes, 'Must I. An old man like me needs his rest.'
She felt under the towel around my waist and stroked my cock to firmness. 'I think you've had more than enough rest.' Sliding from my lap she disappeared into the cabin.
Stiffly I climbed to my feet and followed to find her lying on the bed with her legs spread, the bright moonlight pouring through the uncurtained window highlighting her alabaster thighs and bountiful bush.
I started to take her the way I had meant to possess her the first time - with every scrap of gentle affection and sensitiveness that I have acquired over the years. I kissed her ear, caressed and grasped her breasts. Oh, how I delighted in their smooth silky weight, I just couldn't get enough of them, I was obsessed with them. She rubbed my chest and kissed me, her long sinewy legs gripping my waist, her feet in the small of my back. She reached down, grasped me and touched my tip to her opening saying, 'Not too quickly, please.'
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